Nobody Loved Me Like You Do

💋CHAPTER 12💋

Kashmere Lynn's POV

I awake to a pounding head. I swear to god, Giselle will be the reason of my death. I place my palm on my head and groan. I lift my phone from the nightstand to check the time. Oh no! It's 9am. I'm supposed to be at the baseball center at 7am. I spent the entire night getting wasted and probably got back home at 4am.

I spring off my bed and hit the shower. The water cascades down my hair and body before I realize I didn't put a shower cap on.

Fuck. I'm not supposed to wet my hair because of shrinkage.

I head out and grab a shower cap and put it on. What's the point? It's already wet anyway. I mentally roll my eyes.

I take a quick shower and put my clothes on. I get into an Uber which takes me to my destination. I can now afford Uber rides seeing that my pay is now good. I'm supposed to do equipment shopping this weekend and I'm looking forward to it.

I arrive at the center and cautiously head into the locker room, hoping no one had seen me walking in late. I put on my working attire, which is a white pleated mini skirt and a cropped tight fitted t-shirt.

I leave the lockeroom still feeling tipsy and bump into somebody. It's Ivy.

"Sorry," I apologize.

"I was looking everywhere for you. I fuck with you babe but I don't condone late coming," she scolds. "Also, what happened to your hair?" She touches my frizzy shrinked hair.

Today is my bad hair day.

"I accidentally wet it but I didn't have the time to work on it," I explain.

"Come in the back room later on, maybe we can do something to fix it". She inspects my hair with concern before she continues, "There's a lot of work needed to be done around here. Prepare the bats. Game will be in 20".

I nod my head before I walk away. It's Saturday, Callan will be here today.

I ask Carl to assist me with the bats and so he does. After that, he leaves me on the field with 2 pouch cases of bats. I place my hands on my waist, feeling exhausted and wipe the sweat off my forehead.

Five affluent gentlemen that seem to be in their 30s, advance towards me to get the bats. I am more than happy to serve them. I bend down and take a bat and hand it to one of them with a wide smile.

"You work here?" One man ask's.

"Yes," I reply.

"I'm just surprised, how you were given the job. I mean, I only thought fit people are supposed to be here," the man comments while the others chuckle.

"No offense but a girl like you shouldn't be wearing a croptop or a tiny skirt. It isn't attractive," another man comments.

Tears brim in my eyes. I don't usually take umbrage to such remarks but for some reason, this has tugged onto my heartstrings. I lower my head in embarrassment as they continue to ridicule me.

"Callan, you won't believe this-" a man says in amusement but he gets cut off.

"Leave her alone," his voice states. I look up, it's Callan. He's here, standing up for me. I wipe my tears. My hair looks bad, I don't want him to see me like this.

"What has crawled up your ass man?" the man questions.

"I mean it. Grown ass men like you are acting immature like high school boys. You should be ashamed of yourselves. Pick on somebody your own size," Callan chastises.

Fearing breaking down in front of Callan, I run off. Once I'm out from sight, tears flood down my cheeks. Ivy whose in the bar, espies me running past and so she comes after me.

She stops me and holds my shoulders. "What's wrong? What happened?" She ask's with concern laced in her eyes.

I can't look her in the eyes, so I keep my eyes on the ground as I try to explain on hitched sobs. "They humiliated me".

"Who?" She questions.

"The men. They... They- they" I fail to explain but Ivy pulls me in for a hug. My tears drip on her shoulder as I embrace her tightly.

She leads me into the backroom where I take a seat. She hands me a glass of water and a tissue. Ivy listens intently as I explain everything to her.

"I don't get it. What have I ever done to deserve this? I've only ever been nice to people so why do they treat me like this? What am I supposed to do? This is my working attire". I sob.

"You haven't done anything wrong sweetie," she comforts. "Tell me who they are. I'll let the board know about this and have them banned. I don't care how rich they are, nobody is permitted to disrespect my employees".

"No Ivy, it's okay. I don't think that will be necessary. It's just a little issue that can be resolved without going to such an extent. I don't want to make enemies," I say.

Maybe I'm just overly sensitive.

Ivy nods. "You can take the day off," she offers.

"No," I decline as I wipe my tears. "I'm going to stay and work".

She responds, "Alright then. I want you to march out there and be the bad bitch that you are".

Callan Anders POV

Making my way Into the baseball center, I stare down at my phone screen. I've decided that I want to break things off with Valencia and so, I send her a text.

Me: I need a break.

I tuck my phone back in my pocket and look up. I notice five associates of mine cornering Kashmere and so I head over to their little meeting. Why is she always here?

When I get closer, I hear them making all sorts of revolting comments about her. One of the men turns around and notices me advancing towards them.

He opens his mouth but I cut him off.

"Leave her alone," I state.

"What has crawled up your ass man?" He ask's.

"I mean it. Grown ass men like you are acting immature like high school boys. You should be ashamed of yourselves. Pick on somebody your own size," I reprimand but Kashmere runs off.

As much as I dislike the lady in question, no woman should be treated this way. People like them make all men look bad. Not going to lie, I feel so bad for her.

After the game, I see her walking around. I know what to do. I decide to go up to her and she flinches upon seeing me.

"Hi," I greet.

"He.. Hey," she stutters.

"Uh, about earlier. I'm sorry about what happened with my mates. I promise you, this won't happen again," I apologize.

"Uh..it's fine," she tries to walk away but I grab her wrist.

She looks down at my hand on her. I quickly let go of her.

"Also.. " I pinch the nape of my neck. "I was wondering if you would like to hangout as a way to say sorry for earlier, I don't know. That's if you want," I offer.

Maybe I judged her way too quickly, maybe she isn't as bad as I thought she was, maybe I'm making the wrong decision of getting to know her.